Not An Angel - sit on stomach and chest of my slave with my full weight FSm

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The Divine Weight of a Giantess

An Intimate Encounter with Not An Angel

Slave's eyes widen as he feels the warmth of the room begin to dissipate under the presence of his mistress. Not An Angel, a towering goddess among women, glides towards him with a predatory grace that sends shivers down his spine. She stands tall, her every curve accentuated by the strategic cut of her lingerie, and it's all he can do to contain his anticipation.

As she approaches, he can't help but take in her intoxicating scent; a mix of sweet perfume and raw femininity that makes him feel both weak and aroused. His heart races as she casts him a knowing glance, her emerald eyes holding him captive in their depths.

The Submissive's Plea

A Sensual Weight on His Chest

With a slow, deliberate motion, Not An Angel descends upon him, settling her immense weight onto his chest. His breath hitches as he feels the softness of her skin against his own, the heat of her body searing into his soul. Her thighs press against either side of his head, trapping him beneath her; he can feel the warmth of her stomach against his face as she leans in close.

She whispers into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Tell me, slave," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Do you desire my weight upon you?"

The Surrender to Fate

A Sensual Bond Between Master and Slave

His heart pounding, the slave nods his head in submission, unable to tear his eyes away from hers. Not An Angel smiles, the corners of her lips curling up in a wicked grin that sends a shiver down his spine. With a satisfied hum, she begins to rock her hips gently, grinding against him in a slow, sensual dance.

Her every movement is calculated, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through him. He can feel the heat building between them, the tension mounting as they move closer and closer to the edge. And when she finally stops, leaving him aching for more, he knows that he will do anything she asks, just to feel her weight upon him once again.

The Final Submission

A Slave's Ultimate Devotion

As Not An Angel leans back, her stomach pressed tightly against his face, she extends her hand towards him. With shaking hands, he takes hold of it, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own. And when she pulls him up towards her, his face buried in her cleavage, he knows that he has surrendered completely to her.

His heart beats wildly in his chest as she uses him, teasing him with her scent and her body. And when she finally lowers herself back down onto his chest, the weight of her breasts crushing against him, he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. He is hers, completely and utterly, and he knows that he will never be free from this addiction.

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